It is a pretty annoying week; full of all sorts of tiny inconveniences that are guaranteed to annoy the hell out of me; weddings , suitors , dates , fights with parent, which naturally ends up in me spending more time at work than i need to, doing mostly nothing.
Thing is.. when are people going to give up on me needing a partner? Why is it just so hard to accept I am happy as is? Yes, I do have occasional moments of loneliness but I got him to think about to pass time.
So there's potential suitor X, who has nothing interesting about him, but I'll go see him anyway because I need to settle some scores with my mum. I call my cousin to tell her about this whole ordeal, so she tells me, she, too, wants to introduce me to Y. Y sounds like an interesting person but through inquiring, we discovered 1-he is an optician (and we all know I have a thing against doctors), 2- although he can tolerate w working wife, he can't accept a career woman. which of course is a complete no no no! Now that brings Z in the picture; Z being the unachievable love of mine. Now I'm sure that Z agrees with Y on point 2, and somehow I find myself tolerating that attitude problem from Z but not from Y. Is it because Z is someone I already know but Y is a complete stranger? Or is it because I am still in Lala land thinking that love can only occur by accident and not through arranged introductions by friends? Or can it simply be put in the term "double standards"? I don't know, I really don't know. I can argue that it simply means I'm still "immature" and hence not marriage material, but in reality, we know that argument can't go on for too long.
In order to add a bit more spice in this week, for those who think the emotional trauma I have to go through is just a bit exaggerated. Getting in the elevator this morning , to reach the office, I meet the guy who proposed last year.
The story in brief is that last year, by March/April , can't remember when exactly. This random fellow who works in the Steel Company in the 7th floor asked his colleague to ask me how he can propose. It was funny/embarrassing/weird. Any way, I immediately told her I was seeing someone and only saw the guy a couple of times afterwards.
Oddly enough, I just happened to have one of those weeks so he has to pop back into life.
I got into the elevator, and he got in right after me. I pressed "11" and waited for him to press whatever, but he didn't, so being my nice friendly helpful self, I pressed "7". The dude looks at me, smiles a giant smile and says, "you remember?!". I nodded , looked at the floor and gave the "oh my God, not another conversation" smile, but apparently it didn't work. He goes something like "I don't see you around anymore". I said something like "yeah, times are messed up", which I know is a random answer that has no meaning whatsoever. But someone it made sense to him that made him smile. Mashi.. still didnt reach the 7th floor... longest 7th floor in history... he looks at me with the "so did u actually get married look" , looks at my hands for rings and then says "See you around"
w kol 3am w antom b kheir!
Thing is.. when are people going to give up on me needing a partner? Why is it just so hard to accept I am happy as is? Yes, I do have occasional moments of loneliness but I got him to think about to pass time.
So there's potential suitor X, who has nothing interesting about him, but I'll go see him anyway because I need to settle some scores with my mum. I call my cousin to tell her about this whole ordeal, so she tells me, she, too, wants to introduce me to Y. Y sounds like an interesting person but through inquiring, we discovered 1-he is an optician (and we all know I have a thing against doctors), 2- although he can tolerate w working wife, he can't accept a career woman. which of course is a complete no no no! Now that brings Z in the picture; Z being the unachievable love of mine. Now I'm sure that Z agrees with Y on point 2, and somehow I find myself tolerating that attitude problem from Z but not from Y. Is it because Z is someone I already know but Y is a complete stranger? Or is it because I am still in Lala land thinking that love can only occur by accident and not through arranged introductions by friends? Or can it simply be put in the term "double standards"? I don't know, I really don't know. I can argue that it simply means I'm still "immature" and hence not marriage material, but in reality, we know that argument can't go on for too long.
In order to add a bit more spice in this week, for those who think the emotional trauma I have to go through is just a bit exaggerated. Getting in the elevator this morning , to reach the office, I meet the guy who proposed last year.
The story in brief is that last year, by March/April , can't remember when exactly. This random fellow who works in the Steel Company in the 7th floor asked his colleague to ask me how he can propose. It was funny/embarrassing/weird. Any way, I immediately told her I was seeing someone and only saw the guy a couple of times afterwards.
Oddly enough, I just happened to have one of those weeks so he has to pop back into life.
I got into the elevator, and he got in right after me. I pressed "11" and waited for him to press whatever, but he didn't, so being my nice friendly helpful self, I pressed "7". The dude looks at me, smiles a giant smile and says, "you remember?!". I nodded , looked at the floor and gave the "oh my God, not another conversation" smile, but apparently it didn't work. He goes something like "I don't see you around anymore". I said something like "yeah, times are messed up", which I know is a random answer that has no meaning whatsoever. But someone it made sense to him that made him smile. Mashi.. still didnt reach the 7th floor... longest 7th floor in history... he looks at me with the "so did u actually get married look" , looks at my hands for rings and then says "See you around"
w kol 3am w antom b kheir!
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